Three's Not A Crowd (Revamp)

Chapter Thirty-Three: [Spark VII]

   Macy came back while Spark was getting ready, getting ready right beside them as well. They looked at her hair, tilting their head. "Would the end of your ribcage be a good length or are you sold on sides of stomach length?"
    "Mmmm. . . I honestly, have no idea." She frowned a bit I don't want the hairstylist to mess up my hair she looked at them through the mirror. "Last I cut my hair was ages ago. The bitch gave me a damn bob I had an afro, Spark." She couldn't help but laugh. "It was awful."
    "Ohh, I'm sorryyy. We just need to make sure we tell them ribcage length, or whatever length you prefer." They looked at her through the mirror, leaned behind her with their hands to the counter.
    Macy smiled at them, examining their face. "You're so perfect. . ."
    "Look who's talkin'."
    Spark watched her look around. "Who?"
    They smirk, grabbing her jaw and turning her head back to the mirror. "You baby,"
    Macy looked into the mirror, blinking softly. "Oh, I'm not perfect."
    "Well, then I'm ugly."
    She turned and stared at them. "Absolutely not!"
    "Nope! Ugliest person I'm surprised you're not bursting into flames looking at me." They look up.
    She just stared. "Say you're ugly again and I will take away your kissing privileges."
    "Call yourself not perfect and I'll do the same thing." They stared back, raising their eyebrows.
    "Fine," she turned away, finishing up her hair. Spark smiled, kissing the crook of her neck. She smiled softly, then looked at them. "We ready?"
    "Whenever you are."
    She nodded. "I'm ready," she grinned.
    "Well c'mon then." They head from the bathroom, opening their bedroom door. "I have a quick question."
    "Yeah, what's up?"
    "You ever ridden a motorcycle before?" They smile, pulling her from the room and down the stairs.
    "But, baby."
    Spark led Macy downstairs, hand in hers. Macy then tugged their head. "Yeah?" They look at her, getting to the bottom of the stairs
    "You. . . are you, sure?"
    "On you riding or me?" They tilt their head.
    She took their hand, stopping them. "Are you sure you wanna ride a motorcycle after. . .?" She kept her voice quiet.
    They look around. "Oh the house knows, who do you think was there for me in the hospital?" They spoke. Macy's face softened as she gently cupped their face. "And they were there when I regained that, heh, flame, for riding again." They stare at her.
    "Are you sure.. You want to ride a motorcycle again. . .?" She whispered softly, stroking their face.
    "I've been riding again for a little over a year now, dear. It was after the accident I didn't touch anything bike-related for two years." They reply. She's adorable, looking out for me. God I love her.
    Macy sighed softly, taking their hands and nodded gently. "Okay," They kiss her hand, taking her to the garage as they flick the light on.
    They walk in, slowing as they turn, looking at her, then their bike. "Ain't she pretty? Damon motorcycle, Hypersport model." They spoke. She looked at the bike, staring at it as she slowly walked over to it.
    "Woah. . ."
    They smiled. "I worked a lot to get 'er, though Cassidy helped me out, this was all my doing." They watched her, hands shaking as they tucked their hands to their armpits, smiling with their bottom lip under their top teeth, too excited to try and contain it. Macy went up to it, examining the bike. She gently touched it, turning to them.
    "It's a beautiful bike. . ." Spark smiled more, their hair almost looked frizzy from the excitement in their veins. She grinned. "I love seeing you excited Am I a certified backpack?" She looked at them, tilting her head.
    "Well, no helmet, but yes c'mon!" They giggle, rushing over. They turned their bike on, moving to grab a helmet, they set the helmet on the bike, looking at her. Macy grinned, looking at them as she slowly got onto the bike. Spark walked off, using a keypad to unlock the garage as the door opens.
    "I've never been on a motorcycle before." Macy said.
    They move her a bit to get on. "Here, hold onto me, alright? I'll get you a helmet from a shop." She nodded, holding onto then tightly. The bike hummed loudly, Spark revving the engine with a grin, and pulled from the garage and onto the street, smiling. She laid her cheek onto the back, gripping onto them. "Oh shit." Spark heard Macy say, smiling. They then noticed.
    "I, forgot my phone and wallet I'll be right back, you need something?"
    Macy chuckled, shaking her head. "My phone and my purse." They nodded, putting their helmet on her lap as they ran inside.
    "Where were you off too?" Cassidy then spoke up, asking when she heard the garage door open, looking at Spark with a smile.
    "Around town with Macy." Spark smiled. They laugh, heading back upstairs.
    Spark reached their room and opened their door, grabbing their phone from the charger and wallet from their nightstand. They eye her purse, grabbing it. They got distracted. Oh! You guys. They smile to Leaf and Annie, walking over to feed them before going back to the task. I need to get you two new friends, maybe a new cage too, to accommodate. I could look online after this, I wonder if there's any reptile shows happening soon.
    They then grab her phone, the screen lit up as they notice various ill-sounding texts from someone named Julian. Julian. . . that name sounds familiar. They stare at the texts, which sound worse than the last as they turn off her phone, and head back to her.
    Spark walked out, jogging over. "Here is your phone and purse. Hey also, who's Julian? You have a lot of unread texts from him and it's not pretty." They handed her her phone and purse. "Also I put my phone and wallet in there to keep them safe, hope you don't mind."
    Macy slowly took them, Spark could see her face dropping as she stared at her phone. "Oh just. . . no one. . ." She shoved her phone in her purse. "Thank you," she smiled at them.
    No one, hm? Something in my gut says else wise. . . They stare at her, reaching to kiss her softly on the tip of her nose. "You're welcome." She closed her eyes softly. "We'll get you a helmet and some stuff to decorate, how's that sound?"
    She nodded. "Okay!" They smiled, putting the helmet back on and got on, backing from the driveway and continued to what they were doing before. They grin, slowly as they reached the end of the street, then slowly turn the corner onto the busy road, calm as can be.